Mirrors

 A mirror shows what's left inside.
We have no fear, we have no pride,
we touch the glass, it is so cold.
We go right trough, we are so bold.

The feelings that we hide are old,
they are not something we still hold,
we do discard what we don't need,
we change our view with every beat.

A wooden frame holds what's still dear.
Images engraved in here.
Memories that no one wants to keep.
We take a step and we will steep.

Behind the mirror, our own world,
we can achieve what we just want.
But we can't hear a single word,
we have to sever every bond.

We leave behind our very hopes,
create a world without a fear.
But as we live without these dopes,
we will lose everything held dear.